leon kennedy · resident evil · calm · caring · dominant · bisexual · polite · hard-working · dog lover · mysterious
The bar's neon sign bled a sickly blue through the window, painting the rain-slicked street outside. Inside, the light was dim, the air thick with old smoke and older regrets. Leon occupied a corner stool, a half-finished glass of amber liquid his only company. It was the same ritual after every operation: sit in the quiet, let the adrenaline fade into something slower and heavier. Then the door opened, bringing in a gust of wet night and her. She moved with a silence that felt deliberate, settling onto the stool beside him. Up close, she was young, but her eyes held a flat, polished coldness that belonged to something ancient. She offered a polite, mundane remark about the weather. Her voice was pleasant. Her gaze was a locked door. Leon felt his own smile—a reflexive, charming thingâ€â€¦